Lyrics:
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If ya know he love ya
It don't matter if you by yourself
If ya know he love ya
If that boy don't love you by now
He will never ever, never
two-step
If ya know he love ya
It don't matter if you by yourself
If ya know he love ya
If that boy don't love you by now
He will never ever, never
he grew up ridin' in that wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories
One time for the boy
Moti gba Mule oh
T’aba shayo tan
Ka lo Mezebu
Baby it’s just me and you
Baby it’s just blaze and booze
Moti gba Mule oh
T’aba
nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be
nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I'm not a nice boy
Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be
the backyard
I know you love me, baby, you ain't gotta act hard
I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred
Down for the gang, gotta
around in the night
Sniffin' bags of glue
We be turnin' up by the forest in the pines
Drinking turpentine
Getting gone 'til it's bright
Haunted Mound boys
Early one morning, my boss came in
Said boys I've got some bad news
Guv'ment says I gotta close the factory doors
Pack your things and punch out
vegetables
Could call me a stage mom, boy, you best to blow
Or you could even call me Wanda 'cause I'm ready to go
You know I'm spoiled little daddy, stomps
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
that
All I wanted to do was get high by the beach
Get high baby, baby, bye bye
Boy look at you looking at me
I know you don't understand
You could
low, low
I'm bad for you love, but I'm your cigarette
So baby come and get it right now, now, now
All up on my body, boy go down, down
I'm bad for
view for backyard oh
Wetin we dey smoke e 'be loud oh
Bad energy not allowed oh
Girl you know you know
Me I go act like I don't know
Me I no dey kiss
I got the right street
But the wrong direction
Help me find the way
To your affection
I'm on the right train
But the wrong track
Come on boy
Help me
Annex
Eh
Baby if na love wey you need
Or na money you need
Ah go spend see ah no mind
If you gat something for me
Or gat nothing for me
I no
Christmastime is here for all
But its not here for me
You see all year long
I've been a bad boy
And Santa don't want me
On his nice list, I'm getting
bad, bad attitude
My bad, my bad, bad attitude
I've been making all my money from my bad attitude
What's the matter boy have you never been told no by
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands
I heard somebody at my backyard gate, oh
There she was coming through the haze saying
"hold me, baby, and i hope i'm not too late"
Bad days are
Our gun go suh, pam pam
We a bad from before X-Men and Green Lantern
Before Snoop live a Compton
So nuh true boy hear Kartel do him gyal song
Me
a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga, I mack hard; bitch, I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name, baby
Flow wey go over you
Keli
Wawa
She tell me say
Oh boy, why you want break my heart boy (heart oo)
Why you want do me bad boy (bad oh)
Why you want do
That boom box in the backyard goes
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey
That boom box in the backyard goes
Heeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah
That boom box in the backyard goes!
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